Nineteen Ninety Something.
In my humble riverside flat, I am working late, listening to the radio. It is the time of Love, Sex and Intelligence, of Ebenezer Good, and 1000%. And then... The Pale.
They were a dog with no tail, no sense of direction, slightly derailed but staying for breakfast. Far too rich to eat, these manic Irishmen suddenly lapsed into French half way through a song. They had one hit single, one album "Here's one we made earlier" and then they vanished. I wonder where they are now...
Similarly, Fairground Attraction, who had to be perfect, or The Bible who would never see Graceland. I know what happened to them, though. Their lead singers, Eddi Reader and Boo Hewerdine are playing in Whelan's tonight. And assuming that I'm back from Brussels, I'll be there.